PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Philip Donald Gabriel (or PDG as everyone called him) was quite the case. Nothing bothered him. Not losing his leg in a sawmill accident, not losing his job, not even losing his wife to his former boss. When asked how he was doing, his reaction was always the same: PDG…Pretty Darn Good.
One night, after a few too many beer, PDG ended up coming home with his wooden leg missing. Once he sobered up, PDG looked everywhere for his missing leg, without much luck.
When asked how he was doing, his response is changed to NTG…Not Too Good.
This little tale of the missing limb is brought to you via Friday Fictioneers. hope you enjoyed reading it.
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He’ll have to go to the sawmill and get them to make him another one.
Let’s put out a Bolo… call every detective in the biz and beyond…we GOTTA find this guys leg. Love the write.
Hope he finds it!
Your tale is PDG!
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In the UK we call drinking a few too many beers “getting legless”. Seems rather appropriate here for poor PDG.
Very enjoyable read
(I just realized this is the closest i’ve seen to a “peg leg” in this series. Im surprised this prompt has not pulled up any swashbuckling pirates –so far anyways. I’m only on #35. )
It is certainly ironic, that a man who lost his limb in a sawmill accident should choose a prosthesis that is wooden. 😊 I’d like to learn why…
And since he loves acronyms so much, I would also have thought that perhaps he wouldn’t mind so much, being abbreviated like this. 😊
The recent acquisition of a new computer has caused me to lose your email address. I thought you might get a kick out of a story written by a Newf, about the 9 levels of Hell in the Costco in St. Johns. It’s here, https://www.msn.com/en-ca/money/topstories/to-get-through-costco-you-have-to-go-through-9-circles-of-retail-hell/ar-BBM8mTn?li=AAggNb9 if it links. 🙂
sent you an email with my address. Read this story on cbc.ca, thanks though, good one